The Initiation

It started innocently enough. Having drinks with one of my female friends and getting a bit tipsy. We ended at her home where my house is just a short walk away. All was going well except her husband seemed a bit peeved and a bit off-ish with me. But how things ended with my friend gone upstairs to go to bed while I ended up have a tryst with her husband.

He had his fingers inserted deep inside me and hitting the spot while he was telling me how much he has always desired me. I remember how many times I came but I can't recall who got touchy with whom first. The next day brought a knock at the door.

The husband came over to discuss the previous night's misdemeanour. The discussion was cut short by more intimate play. Things didn't go as far as they could have. Both us were still adjusting to the rather sudden change of our relationship and the disbelief at finding ourselves as a pair of adulterers. I've slept with plenty of married men but never husbands of friends. He'd been worried I would lead his wife astray. Now here he was on my sofa and bringing to orgasm with his tongue. After returning the favour and giving him a blowjob, I suggested we have a cooling off period to access things before they went any further.

This was allegedly new territory for him. He claims he has never cheated in his life and now he was imploring me to become his mistress on a very regular basis. For me it is not quite my first encounter with a married man. But in previous cases sometimes the rat didn't tell me up front. In a couple of others I was a mistress in between relationships as and when it suited me. I have especially always maintained a safe distance from husbands of my friends no matter how gorgeous they were. Not sure why he was different.

He is my type and if he was single I wouldn't hesitate, as he is also one of the good guys. But with the attraction between us so strong, plus all the usual reasons men cheat and women like me get drawn in mixed up with a liberal amount of alcohol it was a train wreck. After a week of really graphic texts between us (during what was supposed to be the cooling off period) it officially ended with an afternoon drink and then some more appetisers back at mine. With no no partner of my own, life for me is less 'sex and the city' and more like 'tales of a nun'. Feelings of guilt were no match against our lust and they do not have kids.

There is something powerful and intoxicating about swapping saintly sisterhood for scarlet harlot. Even my bank manager must be wondering what on earth is going on. £250 on sex toys, new lingerie (and not the comfortable kind), perfume, new linen, wallpaper that turns bedrooms into a boudoir, stilettos, haircut, contact lenses (which I haven't worn in ages), gym membership and full hair removal as well as other assorted sundries. Our first proper tryst will be when he doesn't have to rush off....